Hot Coals (Return to Tackyland) Lyrics
I don`t feel a thing
Walking on hot coals
No sensitivity in a fog of warTry to unwind
To enjoy the good life
But the pressure that I hold
On my shoulders goes
...
I suspect the reason I am loved
Is because of how tight I`m holding on
Nowadays you`re supposed to talk
Problems on and on
Whatever happened to the old -fashioned
Strong and silent type
...
What they didn`t know is once you get us in
Touch with our feelings
You would never hear the end
Once you pull the pin
I suspect the reason I am loved
Is because of how tight I`m holding on
If I set you free, If I let go
Tell me would I still be the one you want
...
Even a broken clock
Is right twice a day
Even a busted lock
Can keep a thief away
He`s not the type and soldiers
Don`t go to hell
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It`s a place reserved for the
Twisted and evil
Now you ask how I`m feeling
I told you then
You`re gonna torture me slowly with it
...
I am falling behind
